Kro woke up once gain, on the comforting springs that he had come to know as his mattress. The bed was soft and relatively warm, among other things. However, he did have a tendency to leave marks, caused by graphite. It was almost as if a pencil had repeatedly scored the sheets. It meant he had to wash it often, but he decided to do that later. Now, he decided to get dressed, and head down into the apartments.
After a few minutes, and walking over to the complex, he entered the main floor and went over towards the pond. He stood by a bench, watching people do whatever they went about doing. Kayleb, watching the fish, Zarco, getting food, Fable, heading outside, and whoever else went past. It seemed so normal...
He began whistling to himself. The tune was jovial, yet melancholic.